More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I´m feelin´ red, devilish
Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost ´em

Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I´ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain´t have much

Sole survivor
Go for it like it ain´t no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishscale hook ´em, Abdul-Jabbar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car?
´Fore I take me a loss, I´ma crash on y´all
Talkin´ to shh on a collected call
We was just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin´ off

More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more drums on sticks

Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin´ and plottin´ on licks
I´m ridin´ solo thuggin´
Whenever I´m out, I ain´t worried ´bout shit
5.56, click, boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique

A sole survivor, go for it like it ain´t no tomorrow
Reach for my neck, get his head took off
Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin´
Won´t stop ´til I´m up and BiC Fizzle a boss
Fuck what it cost, I´ma get what I want
I was dressin´ for less, buyin´ clothes at Ross
Hellcat engine, Hellcat the exhaust
Say I know how to grind, I ain´t takin´ no loss
Get in my feelings I just feel my thoughts

Promethazine just to help with my cough
Long road, pray I don´t never get lost
Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
Flea-flicker, bitch, no twenty-two toss
Just threw bro a pack and he snagged like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
On Sixteenth and Clark Street where I used to walk

More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I´m feelin´ red, devilish
Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost ´em
Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I´ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain´t have much

More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin´ and plottin´ on licks
I´m ridin´ solo thuggin´
Whenever I´m out, I ain´t worried ´bout shit
5.56, click, boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique